This blog is about all matters business and personal of a sole practitioner. I have a practice with one member of staff.
Walk into any supermarket or a department store today and what really hits you are those damn love hearts. They are right in your face. As if they are telling you if you are single you are not normal. Normal people buy those hearts for someone.
I just do not like V day and particularly the period leading up to it. It really is a day for women. When I was an employee I saw women with all smiles upon receiving flowers from their admirers and/or their loved ones. On the tube I saw women clutching their bunch of flowers again with all smiles. Walk by restaurants on the evening of 14th and you will see through the windows close tables with couples having a candle lit dinner at an exuberant price.
Of course men get presents as well. It is just not the same. I remember reading in the Sunday Times a few years back that men spend three times as much buying V Day presents than woman do. This hammers my point that it really is a day for women.
What does a single middle aged guy do on V day and the period leading up to the day? Ignore all this? That is not easy when they are reminders everywhere about that day. Send a card someone he fancies? Is that more for young people? I wonder what I will think of V day and the period leading up to it, when I am old. It will probably not bother me since I will be worrying about my hip replacement or some old age related disease.
I think the best thing to do is just to accept V Day is as part of the mad world we live in. The reality, I have no doubt, is so different to the Disney version of the V Day.
I have given flowers and cards in my previous relationships. To be honest it was only because it was expected of me. Not giving anything on the day would have been a living hell. Plus sex or lack of it would have been used to communicate anger with me. That is the last thing I wanted!
This year will not be hugely different to last year. I will try and ignore the heavy marketing and not peer through the restaurant windows on the day. As yet I have not built up the courage to try and book a table for one on the 14th.